Текст и слова песни Bombs Over Providence – Dig Them Up And Try To Reason With Them
Throw in!
Got mine for the party line.
It seems that everything we do is part of a grander scheme.
We're still killing parents.
Did you hear about the beatdown on the streets of old town?
Some of that was true.
But I swear we're learning more.
We're gonna fire when ready.
I got shovels and right hands, I got guts and I got fuel.
Break ground, push down, dig deep and throw.
Split wood, lift hood inhale and hold.
I got lamps and I got spikes, I recite just what I'm told.
Break ground, push down, dig deep and throw.
Split wood, lift hood, inhale and hold.
Bomb set. Who's coming out?
Nobody steps on a beerhall in my town.
Got mine for the party line.
It seems that everything we do is part of a grander scheme.
We're still killing parents.
Did you hear about the beatdown on the streets of old town?
Some of that was true.
But I swear we're learning more.
We're gonna fire when ready.
I got shovels and right hands, I got guts and I got fuel.
Break ground, push down, dig deep and throw.
Split wood, lift hood inhale and hold.
I got lamps and I got spikes, I recite just what I'm told.
Break ground, push down, dig deep and throw.
Split wood, lift hood, inhale and hold.
Bomb set. Who's coming out?
Nobody steps on a beerhall in my town.
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